First Name: Rissel Middle Name: Iyn Last Name: Vadures Nickname: Myth Age: 15 Birthday: 5/26 Gender: Male Appearance: [hider=Appearance][img=http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/321/f/a/Yoite___Nabari_No_Ou_by_Riani.jpg][/hider] Class (EAT or NOT): NOT Weapon Form: [hider=Weapon Form][img=https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR-l0mPLiVyEEJ9fXGiieFzzfsMQletNxF5GBrPGOP5YaoX_QOx][/hider] Special Abilities: He can Soul resonate with just about anyone, but unless he and his user from a true emotional connection, it can only be a fraction of its true potential. This stems from a somewhat flexible soul as well as wanting to please everyone to the best of his ability. Personality: “Myth” has extreme difficulty in any real social interaction. He tends to shut himself away and say what he thinks the person wants to hear so that they never think bad of him. He can’t stand making people sad or making someone think lesser of him. He tries to avoid conflict in all forms, but he understands that sometimes it is necessary, such as with those whose souls have become Kishin Eggs. Which is why he was willing to be persuaded to join the DWMA, so that he can make it so others do not need to face such conflict. Backstory: “Myth” was born like most children, to a loving mother and father. He had no siblings, and they lived fairly recluse from most of society. When he was around the age of six, it became evident he was a weapon after nearly killing the housecat they used to have. This perplexed both of his parents, as far as they knew, neither had that ability. Fearing their own son, they distanced themselves from him, and by the time he was eleven “Myth” basically lived by himself. Around thirteen he heard about the DWMA and its goals, so, following with his beliefs, he sought them out. He joined because one noticed him before he could duck into a back alley to hide from sight, which he had been doing since leaving home, afraid to talk to someone. Not long after that he found his partner, which he is still a little afraid of, but not too afraid. Other: He has a necklace locket of his parents.